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KIND WORDS: 



A NEW COLLECTION OF 



RYMT^S ATvTD TUl^ES FOR SU]^DAY-SOHOOLS AKD 
THE SOCIAL CIRCLE. 



G. W. LINTON AND HOWARD M. TEASDALE. 



MEMPHIS, TENN.: 
PUBLISHED BY THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL BOARD, 

SOUTHERN BAPTIST CONVENTION. 



PREFACE. 



To meet the increasing demands of Sunday-schools for new music, and the growing interest 
in the delightful service of song, we have, by special request, prepared this hymn and tune book. 

In its preparation we have digressed somewhat from the course pursued by other authors, 
by excluding all hymns of a secular and political character. 

The introduction into Sunday-schools of secular tunes to which are sung sacred words, to 
say the least, are objectionable, as it tends to vitiate the minds of the youth, by neutralizing 
the influence which the sacred theme inspires while engaged in the service of song. 

All who have any experience in training the young in vocal music are aware that in order 
to interest children, develop their musical talent, and create a taste for sacred music, tunes of a 
sprightly style and flowing melody should be introduced. 

We believe that there is not another book in the market that contains so many new and 
beautiful tunes, with appropriate hymns adapted to all the wants of Sunday-schools. 

At the end of the book will be found a large number of familiar tunes ; also indexes of 
the tunes and first lines of the hymns. 

This little volume is now presented to those for whom it is designed with the hope that it 
will prove an acceptable and useful school-room and social-circle companion, promoting the peace 
and happiness of all by elevating the mind, and directing it to the source whence flows all our 
temporal and spiritual blessings. 

THE AUTHORS. 

Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1871, by the Sunday-school Board of Southern Baptist Convention 
in the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington. 



KIND WORDS— EARTH'S GOOD ANGELS. 



Words bv Mrs. L. C. 8. DOl'GIIEKTY. 






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1. Kiml MorJs, kind words, 0, who ci\ii tell The wonders of your magic spell ; Like loving angels, pure and bright, Ye 
■2. Kind words, kind words, when hearts arc light, We need you still to keep them bright ; Ye give to every joy a glow, 

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2. sun-light sparkling on the snow. 




Liv-ing, dy-ing, kind words be Earth's good angels, helping me. 
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4. and redeem the world from wrong. 



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THE BETTER LAND. 9s & los. 



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I hear you speak of a Bet-ter Land; ^ Teacher, oh! where is that radiant shore, 

You call'd its children a happy band, S Shall we not seek it and weep no more? 

Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, ) Or 'mid the sreen islands of glitt'rinij seas, 
And the date grows ripe under sunny skies? ) Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze. 

Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fire-flies glance thro' the myrtle boughs? 
And strange bright birds on their star - ry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? 



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Not there, not there, not there, my child, Not there, not there, not there, my child. 



Not there, not there, not there, my child. 
Not there, not there, not there, my child. Not there, not there, not there, my child. 



3 Is it far away in some region old, 

Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — 
Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, 
And the diamond lights up the secret mine, 
And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? 
Is it there, dear teacher, that Better Land ? 
Not there, not there, not there, my child. 

4 Eye hath not seen it, my gentle child, 
Ear hath not heard its sweet songs so mild, 
Dreams cannot picture a world so fair ; 
Sorrow and death cannot enter there ; 
Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom. 
Far beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb, — 
It is there, it is there, it is there, my child. 

Sun-bright Clime. 9s & 8s. 

To the tune " The Better Land." 
1 Say, have you heard of the sun-bright clime ? 



Undimm'd by sorrow, unhurt by time ; 
Where age has no power o'er the fadeless frame, 
Where the eye is bright, and the heart aflame? 
A river of water is flowing there, 
'Mid flowers of beauty strangely fair. 
And a thousand forms are hovering o'er 
The golden stream on the happy shore. 

A million of forms all clothed in white, 
In garments of beauty clear and bright ; 
They dwell in their own immortal bow'rs ; 
'Mid fadeless hues of countless flow'rs ; 
But far away in that sinless clime, 
Undimm'd by sorrow, unstain'd by crime, 
Where, 'raid all things that are fair, is giv'n, 
The home of the just, and its name is heav'a. 



SHALL WE SING IN HEAVEN FOREVER? 



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Finds a never-setting sun. 

3. There is beauty at the gates. 
For a golden crown awaits, 
And bright robes of purest white. 
To adorn the saints of light. 



4. There's a Saviour at the gates. 
Who with loving smile awaits 
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5. At the gates the Shepherd claims 
All the sheep that Jesus names. 
Takes them in his gracious arm, 
Keeps them safe from every harm. 



SPEAK GENTLY. C. M. 



Arr. by 0. W. LINTOX. 



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Speak gently to the erring, know, 

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1 There's a rest in the home of the angels, 

That home by and by will be ours, 
When gladlv we turn from the pathway 

That's strewn with earth's fairest of flowers. 
No shadow of sorrow or sadness 

Can dim the bright light of that sky, 
But ever in anthems of gladness, 

We'll join with the blest by and by. 

2 We shall rest in the home of the angels, 

The sky may be cover'd with gloom, 
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Though thorny the way be, and dreary, 

And tears may bedim every eye, 
The rest for the care-worn and weary. 

Will ever be ours by and by. 

3 0, that beautiful home of the angels, 

Is radiant with unfading morn. 
And hence to its heavenly mansions, 

How many dear lov'd ones have gone; 
They've hastened to glory before us. 

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3 We shall greet them at home, we shall greet them, 
Where nothing can ever divide; 
Where sickness, or death cannot harm them. 

Or tear them again from our side ; 
There we'll range beside life's cooling river, 

'Neath the tree of life's shade we shall roam, 
With the glory of God shining ever, 
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THE HOME OF THE BLESSED, 0. M. 



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1. There is a land.a hap-py land Where tears arc wiped away From every eye, by God's own hand, And night is turned to day. 
2. There is ahomo.a happy homo, Where way-worn travelers rest:\^'Ti3re toil and languor never come. And every mourner's blest. 







3. There is a port, a peaceful port, A safe and quiet shore,'Where weary mar-i-ners resort. And fear the storm no more. 
4. There is a crown,a dazzling crown, Bedecked with jewels fair;Aiid priests and Kings of tiigh renown,That crown of glory wear. 



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We will soon bid farewell to sin and sorrow too. 
For we're now on the way to the land where Jesus 
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Lord, bear me safe, death's icy current through. 
For 'tis all that divides from the land where Jesus 
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BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS. 8s, 6 lines. 



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Farewell, Brother. 8s & 7s. 

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1 Farewell, brother !* deep and lowly, 

Rest thee on thy bed of clay ; 
Kindred spirits, angels holy, 
Bore thy heavenward soul away. 

2 Sad we gave thee to the number, 

Laid in yonder icy halls; 
And above thy peaceful slumber, 
Many a shower of sorrow falls. 

•3 Hear our prayer, O God of glory, 
Lowly breathed in sorrow's song; 

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Come, in holy trust made strong I 

4 Hark ! a voice moves nearer, stronger, 

From the shadowy land we dread ; 
" Mortals ! mortals ! seek no longer. 
Those that live among the dead." 

5 Farewell, brother! soon we'll meet thee, 

Where no cloud of sorrow rolls ; 

For glad tidings float, how sweetly, 

From the glorious land of souls. 

6 Death's cold gloom now parts asunder, 

Lo! the folding shades are gone; 
Mourner, upward I yonder, yonder! 
God's broad day comes pouring on. 



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SING UNTO THE LORD. C. M. 



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ADDITIONAL HYMNS. 
Prayer for Guidance. C. M. Our Home at Last. 



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To the tune on page 18. 

1 grant thy blessing, gracious Lord, 

On our dear Sunday-school; 
And while we study thy blest word. 
Our erring thoughts control. 
Chokus — Guide us. Lord, 

While in the Sunday-school; 

Guide us, Lord, 
For here we meet to learn. 

2 Inspire with wisdom and with love 

Thy humble servants. Lord; 
That all may learn to know and prove 
The joy thy smiles afford. Chorus. 

3 And when earth's changing scenes shall 

end, 
On time's swift wings have flown, 
Jesus, our teacher and our friend, 
To each will give a crown. Chorus. 

Mrs. G. W. Linton. 



C. M. 



To the tune on page 18. 



1 Death can not cause our souls to fear 

If .Jesus be our trust; 
Though here our path be dark and drear. 

He 11 bring us home at last. 
Chorus — Home, home, home. 

Our heav'nly home at last; 

Home, home, home. 
Bright heaven, our home at last. 

2 Faith looks beyond the bounds of time 

To that celestial place. 
Where Jesus reigns our priest and king. 
Enthroned in righteousness. Chorus. 

3 Cease then, our wand'ring thoughts, to 

roam 
From him whose love 's so great; 
May we all seek that heav'nly home, 
And dwell in glory bright. Chorus. 

Mrs. G. W. Linton. 



The Family Band in Heaven. C. M 

To the tune 



1 Jesus, may all our family band, 

When life's turmoils are o'er; 
Together meet at thy right hand, 
AVhere partings are no more. 
Chorus — Let us strive to go there. 

That its joys we may share, 
Wlicn we have finished our mission below. 

2 There to behold ouv gracious God, 

And endless bliss enjoy; 
Where sin and sorrow ne'er intrude 
Our pleasures to alloy. Chorus. 



on page 14. 

3 May we pass through those gates of pearl, 

And walk the streets of gold; 
Where God his glory shall unfurl, 
Rejoicing we 11 behold. 
Chorus. 

4 Our ransomed powers shall there unite 

In songs of praise to thee; 
With all the saints and angels bright, 
Through vast eternity. 
Chorus. 

Mrs. B. Knowles. 



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Beautiful palms the conq'rors show ; 
Beautiful robes the ransom'd wear ; 
Beautiful all who enter there : — 
Thither I press with eager fcet, 
There shall my rest be long and sweet. 



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4 Beautiful throne of Christ our King, 
Beautiful songs the angels sing : 
Beautiful rest, all waiulViiigs cease ; 
Beftiuiful homo of perfect peace ; — 
There shall my eyes the Saviour see. — 
Haste to this heav'nly home with me. 



REALMS OF THE BLEST. 

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When safe in that Heavenly rest. 
To Jesus, our Saviour and King. 

Who reigns in the Realms of the Blest. 



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D.c. Lone and drea - ry, faint and wea - ry, Thro' the des - ert thou didst go. 



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HYMNS TO THE TUNE "FATHER LEAD US." 



Love for the Sunday-school. 

Ss & 78. 6 lines. 

1 Yes, dear Sunday-school, I lovo thee, 

Here I meet with friends most dear ; 
None to scorn or feel above me, 
None to dread with slavish fear ; 

And the teachers, and the teachers, 
Kindly all my lessons hear. 

2 Here I learn of richer treasures 

Than the mines of earth afford ; 
Earthly friends and earthly pleasures 
Shall not keep me from the Lord ; 

Precious lessons, precious lessons 
Here are spoken from His word. 

3 Yet my heart is fill'd with wonder ; 

Parents, teachers, can you tell, 
Why neglected many wander, 

When so near the school they dwell ? 
Oh 1 invite them, Oh ! invite them, 

They will love the school so well. 

4 I will go and tell those children 
There is room for them and me, 
And to school we'll straightway bring them, 
If persuaded they will be. 

I am thankful, I am thankful 
That my friends invited me. 



Thanks ro God. 8s & 7s. 6 lines. 

Thanks to God for ev'ry blessing. 
Which hia bounteous hand bestows ; 

All on earth that's worth possessing, 
From his hand incessant flows. 

Praise the Lord for ev'ry blessing. 
Praise him for his holy word. 

Let our gratitude awaken. 

To the God who rules above ; 
He hath never yet forsaken, 

Nor withheld his tender love. 
Let our heartfelt thanks be given 

For his mercies freely stor'd. 

To his arms we're yet invited, 
'Tis the Saviour bids us come ; 

Let us then with hearts united, 
Seek thro' him a heav'nly home ; 

To his arms we're yet invited. 

While his pleading voice is heari 

Doxology. 8s & 7s. 6 linea. 

Great Jehovah we adore Thee, 

Sinj^ we to our God above ; 
He who sits enthroned in glory 

Is the object of our love : 
May our footsteps e'er be guided 

Till we reach that home above. 



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PARTING HOUR. 78, eiiaee. 



Q. W. LINTON. 1864. 



1. When shall we all meet again V When shall we all meet again ? Oft shall glowing hope expire.Oft shall 

2. Tho' on foreign shores we sigh, Far remote ournative sky.Tho' the depths between us roll, Hope shall 

3. When the dreams oflife are fled, When its wastinglamp is dead, When in cold oblivion's shade,Beauty, 









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wealth, and fame are laid, Where im-mor - tal spir-its reign, Thith - er soar, to meet a - gain. 



GOD IS IN THE SHADOW. 6s & 5s. 



H. M. TEASDALE. 



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THOU GOD SEEST ME. 79. 



Poetry bj- Miss S. C. NIELL. 



Music by H. M. TEASDALE. 




1. Childhood, like a bub - ble fair, Floating on the fresh, pure air, Turning hith - er, 

2. When bright flowers bloom around, When no stinging thorn is found. When the sunbeam's 




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4. When perplexed and tossed about, Fears with-in and foes with-out ; When dark clouds of 




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1. Scatt'i-ing them on passers by ; Little one, so full of glee, Know tbis, " Thou God, seest me .' " 
Naught is seen to cause thee fear ; Let all things from sorrow free, Whisper, "Thou God, seest me! " 

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4. Keep the right, and naught can harm ; E'er let this thy motto be. Surely, " TJiou God, seest me.' " 






Rock of Ages. 78. 6 lines. 

Sing to the tune on page 24. 

1 Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee ; 
Let the water and the blood. 
From thy side a healing flood, 
Be of sin a double cure, 

Save from wrath, and make me pure. 

2 Should my tears forever flow. 
Should my zeal no languor know. 
All for sin could not atone, 
Thou must save, and thou alone ; 
In my hand no price I bring. 
Simply to thy cross I cling. 

3 While I d,raw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyelids close in death. 
When I rise to worlds unknown. 
See thee on thy judgment throne ; 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in thee. 



Beautiful Cross. 8s. 6 lines. 

Sing to the tune on page 20. 

1 Beautiful cross by faith I see, 
Planted on Calvary for me; 

Cross of the suffering Lamb of God, 
Under thy pressing weight he trod. 
Beautiful cross, so dear to me, 
Beautiful cross of Calvary. 

2 Beautiful faith that lifts me up, 
Where I may taste the bitter cup ; 
Beautiful faith that bids me bear 
Crosses and ills, his love to share; , 
Beautiful faith, when tempest tossed, 
Beautiful faith in Jesus' cross. 

3 Beautiful cross of Calvary, 

Oh, how my spirit clings to thee! 
Beautiful faith that brings thee near: 
Beautiful love that makes thee dear; 
Beautiful cross and faith and love, 
Sending me up to heaven above. 



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God does not care for what I 
D.c. I'm oft - en thinking all the 



WANDERING THO'TS. C. M. 



G. W. LINTON. 1859 



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Oh, let me nev-er, nev - er dare lo act a triHer's part 
Or'think that God will hear a pray'r That comes not from the heart 
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The Golden Rule C. M. 

1 To do to others as I would 

That they should do to me, 
Will make rae honest, kind, and good, 
As children ought to be. 

2 I know I should not steal, nor use 

The smallest thing I see. 
Which I should never like to loso, 
If it belonged to me. 

3 And this plain rule forbids me quite 

To strike an angry blow, 
Because I should not think it right 
If others serv'd me so. 

4 But any kindness they may need, 

I'll do, whate'er it be, 
Aij I am very glad indeed 
When they are kind to mc. 



HAEK! THE HERALD ANaELS. 



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B. Manly, Jr., D.D. 



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2. Joyful, all ye nations, rise; 
Join the triumph of the skies; 
With til' angelic host proclaim, 
" CliilsL Is ^^'Jl:n iu Ectlilcheni. 

3. See, he lays his glory by. 

Born, that man no more may die; 
Born to raise the sons of earth; 
Born to give them second birth. 



4. Hail the holy Prince of Peace ! 
Hail the Won of Klijhteousness ! 
Light and life to all he brings, 
Ris'n -n'ith healing in hie wixigg. 

0. Ijet us, then, ^ith. augels sing, 
" Glory to i,'-"» new-born I^ing. 
Peace on earth, and mercy imjd. 
God and sinners reconciled." 



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Music by G. W. LINTON. 1870. 



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1. O sing the praises of your Lord, Enthroned on Zion's hill, He is by angels now {Mlored, O-be-dient to God's wilL 

2. In inft-je8-tyandpowersupreme,Hissceptrenowhesways;Hisreignisnowthegrande8tthemeOf an-gel-songsof praise. 






3. And worlds below, and worldsabove.In rapturous anthems join, Tocel -e -bratehissovereignloTe, Andnia-jes-ty di-vine. 

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ONLY WAITING. 



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1. On - ly -wait-ing till the shadows Are a lit - tie long-er grown ; On - ly waiting till the glimmer 




Of the day's last beam is flown; Till the night of earth has faded From the heart once full of day ; 

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2. Only waiting till the angels 
Open wide the mystic gate 
At whose threshold I have linger'd, 
Weary, poor, and desolate. 



Even now I hear their footsteps 
And their voices far away: 

If they call me, I am waiting. 
Only. waiting to obey.— Chobtts. 



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SPALDING. 83&78. 



Q. W. LINXON. 1863. 



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While each youthful heart re -joi-ces, To 
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HYMNS TO THE TUNE "SPALDING. 



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Temperance Hyma. 8s & 7s. 

1 Onward ! onward ! band victorious, 

Rear the temp'ranco banner hisli ; 
Thus far hath your coarse been glorious, 

Now your day of triumph's nigh. 
Vice and error flee before you. 

As the darkness flics the sun ; 
Onward, vict'ry hovers o'er you, 

Soon the battle will be won ! 

2 Onward ! onward ! song and shouting 

Ring to heav'n's sublimest arch : 
Wiiensoo'e.- your flag is floating, 

And your conquering legions inarch. 
Gird the temp'ranco armor on you, 

Look for guidance from above ; 
God and angels smile upon you. 

Hasten, then, your work of love ! 

3 Lo, what multitudes despairing ! 

Widows, orphans, heirs of woe ; 
Aud the slaves their fetters wearing. 

Reeling madly to and fro ; 
Mercy, justice, both entreat you 

To destroy their bitter foe ; 
Christians, patriots, good men greet you. 

To the conflict bravely go. 

4 To the vender and distiller, 

Thunder truth with startling tone ! 
Sweet the accents, louder, shriller, 

Make their guilt enormous known. 
Onward ! onward ! never falter, 

Cease not till the earth is free ; 
Vow on temp'rance's holy altar. 

Death is yours, or victory. 



We have met in peace. 8s & 7r 

1 We have met in peace together, 

In this house of God again ; 
Constant friends have led us hither, 

Here to chant the solemn strain ; 
Here to breathe our adoration. 

Here the Saviour's praise to sing ; 
Lord, accept of our oblation, 

And the tribute now we bring. 

2 We have met, and Time is flying, 

We shall part, and still his wing, 
Sweeping o'er the dead and dying. 

Will the changeful seasons bring. 
Let us, while our hearts are lightest. 

In our fresh and early years. 
Turn to him whose smile is brightest. 

And whose grace will calm our fears. 

3 He will aid us, should existence, 

With its sorrows sting the breast ; 
Gleaming in the onward distance. 

Faith will mark the land of rest ; 
There, 'midst day-beams round him playing 

We our Father's face shall see ; 
And shall hear him gently saying, 

" Little children come to me." 

Doxology. 8s & 7s. 
Praise the God of all creation, 

Praise the Father's bottadiess love, 
Praise the Son, our expiation. 

Priest and King, enthron'd above. 
Praise the Fountain of salvation, 

Him by whom our spirits live : 
Undivided adoration 

To the one Jehovah give. 



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2. Tho' the tones of sorrow, Mingle in thy strain; Yet my heart can borrow Ploasarefrom t'.ic pain. 

3. Hark! the quiv'rinjj breezes, List thy silv'ry sound, Ev'ry twmult ceases, Silence reigns around. 

4. Earth below is sleeping, Meadow,hill, and grove; Angel stars are keeping. Silent watch above. 



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HYMNS TO THE TUNE "NIGHT SONG.' 



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God is good. 6s & 5s. 

1 Horn amid the mountains, lovely solitude! 
Gushinc; streams ;ind fountains, murmur, 'God is ojood.' 
Now the glad sun breaking, pours a golden flood; 
Deepest vales awaking, echo "' God is good." 

2 Hymns of praise are ringing thro' the leafy wood; 
Songsters, sweetly singing, warble " God is good." 
Wake, and join the chorus, man with soul endued 
He wliose smile is o'er us, God, our God, is good. 

Let us sing of Je-:us. 6s & .^s. 

1 Let us sing of Jesus, let us praise His name! 

For to seek and save us, to our world He came. 

Let us pray to .Jesus, He will hear our cry. 

And will send to help us, from his throne on high. 
i Let us all love Jesus, for He loved us so 

That He died to save us from our sin and woe. 

Let us tru=t in Jesus, He alone can save; 

And He waits to give us life beyond the grave. 

3 Let us follow Jesus in the path He trod; 
This will upward lead us to the home of God; 
There we shall see Jesus sitting on His throne: 
He will smile upon us, caliino; us His own. 

I'm a little pilgrim. 6s & 5s. 

1 I'm a UUIe pilgrim, and a stranger here, 
Though this world is pleasant, sin is always near. 
Mine's a better country, where there is no sin, 
Where the tones of sorrow never enter in. 

2 I'm a little pilgrim, and a stranger here. 
But my home in heaven, cometh ever near. 
But a little pilgrim must have garments clean 

If he'd wear the white robes. and with Christ be seen. 



God is near thee. 6s & Sb. 

1 Listen to the teachings 

Of the Spirit near. 
Calling to salvation. 

And from sin and fear; 
By them you may gather 

Light, and life, and pow'r; 
Freedom from the lurings 

Of temptation's hour. 

2 Listen to the pleadings 

Of the Saviour's love; 
Calling thee from sinning, 

To his home above; 
He will save from sorrow. 

And the night of death, 
And the dread hereafter. 

Where is felt his wrath. 

8 He is fitting mansions 

For his followers true; 
There is room now waiting, 

Waiting just for you. 
Will you taste the raptures 

That His saints shall know? 
Will you love the Saviour, 

And to glory go? 

4 Come then, to the fountain 

Gushing from his side; 
God and heav'n invites you. 

Plunge beneath the tide; 
There is peace and pardon 

For each sin-sick soul; 
Hallelujah, glory, 

Jesus died for all. 



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3 The hill of Zion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heav'nly fields, 
Or walk the ";olden streets. Chorus. 



4 Then let your songs abound, 
And every tear be dry ; 
We 're marching through 
ground 
To fairer worlds on high. 



Immanuel's 
Chorus. 



Sowing and Reaping. 8s. 6 lines. 

Sing to the tune Beautiful Zion, page 20. 

1 Seed we are sowing, may it prove 
Germs of the purest joy and love; 
Rich may its golden fruitage be. 
Lasting through vast eternity: 
As we move onward here below, 
Seed of some kind each day we sow. 

2 Small though the seed be, soon 'twill grow 
Bringing forth fruit for weal or woe; 
Whether of righteousness or wrong. 
We, the ripe grain must reap ere long: 
Know we not, what our sowing be. 
That in the harvest we shall see? 

3 If we sow seed of virtue here. 

Fruit for the realms of bliss 'twill bear; 
There it will shine as diamonds bright, 
Precious in our Redeemer's sight; 
These are the jewels all may wear 
When the bright joys of heav'n we share. 

Mrs. G. W. Linto.\. 



Love of God. 8s, Ts & 48. 

Sing to the tune on page '22. 

1 Love of God, all love excelling! 
How can I its wonders tell! 
Now my troubled spirit quelling. 
Now it breaks the power of hell: 
0, what mercies, 0, what mercies 
Start beneath its magic spell! 

2 Love of God, all love embracing 
In its wide extended arms; 

All our doubts and fears displacing. 
Saves our souls from death's alarms; 
0, what sweetness, 0, what sweetness 
Dwells within its blissful charms. 

3 Love of God, all love possessing 1 
Filling all our souls with joy; 
Pouring on each heart a blessing. 
Which no time can e'er destroy: 
Now may praises, now may praises 
All our hearts and tongues employ. 

4 Love of God, all love extending 
Far o'er sea and ocean strands; 
Thou art on the breezes sending 
Joyful news to distant lands; 

May thy triumphs, may thy triumphs 
Bind the world within thv bands. 



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KNOWLES. C. iVI. 



G. W. LINTON. 1859. 



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2. Wor - thy the Lamb that died, they cry, To be ex - alt - ed thus ! 

3. Je - SU9 is wor - thy to re - ceive Hon - or and pow'r di - vine ; 

4. Let all that dwell a - bove the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, 




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A song of praise. C. M. 

1 O for a thousand tonijues to sing 

My dear Redeemer's praise — 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace ! 

2 My gracious Master and my God, 

Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread tlirough all the earth abroad, 
The honors of thy name. 

3 Jesus ! the name that calms our fears, 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 
'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; 
'Tis life, and health, and peace. 

4 He breaks the pow'r of reigning sin, — 

He sets the pris'ner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
His blood availed for me. 

Invitation to praise the Redeemer. 
U. M. 

1 Come children, raise your voices high, 

Your Saviour's love proclaim ; 
And with the choirs of earth and sky 
Unite to praise his name. 

2 Sing how he left the realms of light, 

Where the bright angels dwell, 
And passing through death's gloomy night. 
Redeemed the world from hell. 

3 Yes, we will gladly join our lays, 

With heaven's seraphic throng ; 
And offer in our early days. 
To Christ our grateful song. 

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"KNOWLES." 39 

That Saviour's love, who came. 
Mankind from chains of sin to bring 

To liberty again. 
► Then loud hosannas to our King, 

Jesus, eternal God ! 
Let earth with joyful anthems ring, 

To spread his fame abroad. 

Let every tribe and nation own 

His just and righteous sway. 
And all unite to hasten on 

The great ]\Iillennial day. 

Children should not disagree. C. M. 

Whatever brawls disturb tlia street, 

There should be peace at home ; 
Where sisters dwell and brothers meet, 

Quarrels should never come. 
Birds in their little nests agree ; 

And 'tis a shameful sight. 
When children of one family 

Fall out, and chide, and fight. 
Hard names at first, and threat'ning words, 

That are but noisy breath. 
May grow to clubs and naked swords, 

To murder and to death. 
The wise will let their anger cool. 

At le.ast before 'tis night ; 
But in the bosom of a fool 

It burns till morning light. 
Pardon, Lord, our childish rage, 

Our little brawls remove ; 
That, as we grow to riper age, 

Our hearts may all be love. 



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LIFE'S BATTLE-FIELD. 7s. 



Poetry by R. TORREY, JR. 



Music by A. HULL. 






1. Soldiers on life's bat - tie 



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3 Jesus calls ns to the field! 

He will lead us evermore; 
'Neafh his banner ne'er to yield, 

Till the mighty conflict's o'er. CHO. 

4 Then in yonder world of liiiht, 

We will lay our armor down; 
And, 'mid throncjs of angels bright, 
Each receive a starry crown. CHO. 

The Christian Soldier. 7s. 

To the tune on page 40. 

1 Oft in danger, oft in woe. 
Onward, Christian, onward go! 
Fight the fight, maintain the strife, 
Strengthened with the bread of life. 

. Onward, onward to glory ! 
Yield not to the wily foe; 
Vict'ry and heaven are before thee, 
Shout your triumph as you go. 

2 Let not sorrow dim thine e}'e. 
Soon shall every cheek be dry; 
Let not fears thy course impede, 

Great thy strength if great thy need. OBO. 

3 Let thy drooping heart be glad, 
March. in heavenly armor clad; 



See, the Captain leads the way, 
Onward, Christian, win the day. cno. 
4 Onward, then, to glory move. 
More than victor thou shalt prove; 
Still through danger, toil, and woe. 
Christian soldier, onward go. cho. 

The Happy Home. 6s & 48. 

To the tune " The Happy Land," page 88. 

1 There is a happy home, 

Far, far away; 
A life beyond the tomb. 

Bright, endless day; 
There we may happy be, 
Free from sin, from sorrow free, 
In peace and purity, 

Blest, evermore. 

2 " Come to this happy home," 

Hear Jesus say; 
Jesus bids children come; 

He leads the way ; 
Come, Quickly, swiftly move 
Toward your Father's home above, 
There to enjoy his love. 

For evermore. 



WHAT IS LIFE? C. H. M. (86,80,88). 



G. W. LINTON. 1864 




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THE LAND OF BLISS. C.H.IVI. 

To be sung to the tune " What is Life ? " 



1. ncav"n is tlie land where troubles cease, 
AV'bcrc toils and tears are o'er ; 
The blissful climc! of rest and peace, 

Where carca distract no more ; 
And not the shadow of distress 
Dims it? unsullied blessedness. 



2. Heav'n is the dwelling-place of joy, 
The homo of light and love, 
Where faith and hopo in rapture die, 

And ransomed souls above 
Enjoy, before th' eternal throne, 
Bliss everlasting and unknown. 



HOME BEYOND THE SKIES. 



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Quarteiie or Semi-Chorus. 



Music by J. B. SHERMAN, Greenville, S. C. 




1. We are go- ing, wc arc go- ing, To a home be-yond the skies, 
Where the fount of joy is flow-ing In the val- ley green and fair, 



Where the Gelds are robed in bean-ty, And the snn-light ner-er dies; 
We shall dwell in love to- geth-<r; There will be no part-ing there. 



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2. We are going, we are going. 

And the music we have heard. 
Like the echo of the woodland. 

Or the carol of the bird. 
With the rosy light of morning. 

On the calm and fragrant air, 
Still it murmurs, softly murmurs, 

There will he no parting there. — Cliorus. 



3. We are going, we are going. 

When the day of life is o'er. 
To that pure and happy region 

"Wliere our friends liave gone before. 
They are singing with the angels 

In that land so bright and fair. 
We shall dwell with them forever, 

There will be no parting there.— C7(ot-!«. 



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CORONATION SONG. 



Poetry by Miss S. C. NIELL. 



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Music bv H. M. TEASDALE. 



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1. All ra-diant in sunshine, and fair as life's morning, Ere one gloomy shadow has darkened the day ; 

2. We '11 weave thee a garland of spring's choicest treasures. Bright tokens from heaven to gladden the earth ; 

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2. Our young hearts, though buoyant, are touched with emotion. We hail thee ! our sovereign, our lovely May Queen. 



3. And hope will cast anchor while faith points her finger To that cor-o - na - tion in re - gions of bliss. 

4. And loud may the u-ni - verse e - cho the sto-ry Of Him who shall crown us — the Laub that was slain. 



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To strive our hearts to render ; 
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To Christ our heav'nly King, cho 



WE HAIL THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. 



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Shed not a tear. lOs & 4s. 

To the tune " Homeward bound," page 86. 

1 Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early hier, 

When I am gone, I am gone. 
Smile when the slow tolling bell you shall liear, 

When I am gone, I am gone. 
Weep not for me when you stand round my grave : 

Think who has died his beloved to save : 
Think of the crown all the ransom'd shall have. 

When I am gone, I am gone. 

2 Plant ye a tree which may wave over me, 

When I am gone, I am gone, 



Sing ye a song when my grave ye shall see, 

AVhen I am gone, I am gone. 
Come at the close of a bright summer's day ; 
Come when the sun sheds his last liniir'ring ray; 
Come and rejoice that I thus pass'd away. 

When I am gone, I am gone. 
3 Plant ye a rose that may bloom o'er my bed, 

Wlien I am gone, I am gone, 
Breathe not a sigh for the blest early dead. 

When I am gone, I am gone, 
Praise ye the Lord when I'm freed from all care. 
Serve ye the Lord, that my bliss ye may share ; 
Look up on high and lielieve I am there. 

When I am gone, I am ^one. 




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JUST AS I AM. 8, 8, 8, 0. 

G. W. UNTOU. 

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I come, I come. 

I come, I come. 

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Just as thou art. Ss & 6s. 

To the tune "Just as I am." 

1 Just as thou art — without one trace 

Of love, or joy, or inward gi'ace, 
Or meetness for the hcav'nly place, 
pruilty sinner, come, come. 

2 Burden'd with guilt, would'st thou be blest 1 

Trust not the world, it gives no rest, 
I bring relief to hearts opprest, 

weary sinner come, O come. 

3 Come, leave thy burden at the cross ; 

Count all thy gains but empty dross : 
My grace repays all earthly loss — 
needy sinner, come, come 

4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears, 

Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears : 
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears ; 
O trembling sinner, come, come. 

5 " The Spirit and tlie bride say. Come ; " 

Rcioicing saints re-echo, Come: 
Who faints, who thirsts, who will may come : 
Thy Saviour bids tiiee come, come. 



THE CALL. 78. 



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G. W. UNTON. 1864. 



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HYMNS TO TEE TUNE "I AM WEARY." 



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3 I have seen tlie ttowers wuner, 

I have seen the lov'd ones die, 
I have seen the clouds of sorrow, 

Overcast youth's summer sky. 
1 am pining, I am pining, 

For ray home among the blest, 
Where the wicked cease from troubling, 

And the weary are at rest. 

Shall we meet ? 8s & 7s. 

1 Shall we meet beyond the river, 

Where the surges cease to roll ; 
Where in all the bright forever, 

Sorrow ne'er shall press the soul 1 
Shall we meet in that blest harbor, 

When our stormy voyage is o'er ; 
Shall we meet and cast our anchor. 

By the fair celestial shore ? 

2 Shall wo meet in yonder city. 

Where the towers of crystal shine ; 
Where the walls are all of jasper. 

Built by workmanship divine ? 
Where the. music of the ransom'd, 

Rolls its harmony around ; 
And creation swells the chorus. 

With its sweet melodious sound ' 

3 Shall we meet with many a lov'd one, 

That was torn from our embrace ■? 
Shall we listen to their voices. 

And behold them face to face ? 
Shall we meet with Christ our Saviour, 

When he comes to claim his own ? 
Shall we know his blessed favor. 

And sit down around his throne. 



Yes, we'll meet. 8s & rs. 

1 Yes, we'll meet, beyond the river, 

When our conflicts all arc o'er; 
And we'll spend tlie blest forever, 

On that bri'jlit celestial shore. 
Yes, we'll meet in yonder mansions. 

Where our wand'rings all shall cease, 
There we'll mpet our dear companions. 

And be crown 'd with perfect peace. 

2 Yes, we'll meet, where bliss immortal, 

Sweeter far than rest can be. 
And before tlie throne eternal, 

All our earthly triumphs see. 
We shall meet, where all is onward, 

Ev'ry change, new glories brmg ; 
And the host still moving forward, 

Glorify our heavenly King. 

3 We shall meet, there, faithful Christian, 

When the burden we lay down. 
We shall change our cross of anguish 

For a bright unfading crown. 
We shall meet with Christ our Saviour, 

When he comes to claim his own ; 
We shall know his blessed favor, 

And sit down around his throne? 

Doxology. 8s & 7s. 
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing. 

Bid us now depart in peace ; 
Still on heav'nly manna feeding, 
May our faith and love increase. 
Fill each breast with consolation. 

Up to Thee our hearts we raise ; 
When we reach yon blissful station. 
Then we'll give Thee nobler praise ! 



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THE ANG-ELS THERE WILL TEACH US. 



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( We are on our way, we are on our way, A u - nit - ed and hap- py band. 
( Tho' wo oft - en tire, tho' we (jft - en tire Whore the pathway ia steep and strait, 
( We will still press on, we-- will still press on Till we pass thro' tlie gold-en gate. 

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heaven- ly land, in the beaven-ly land, Where the saints and the ser-aphs 



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3. But we need not fear, but we need not fear, 4. Will you go. -w-ith us ? will you go with us ? 

For we 've Jesus to be our guide ; Come and share this bright heme above. 

And with him so near, aye, with him so near, Where the endless day, where the endless day 

Naught of evil can e'er betide. Is illnmed by our Father's love. 

Cho. — For the angels, etc Cho. — For the angels, etc. 

Oblations of Praise. 8s & 7s. 

Sing to tune on page 32. 



1 Here we meet with joy and gladness; 
With kind words each other greet, 
And unite in grateful praises, 
While we sing in concert sweet. 
May each heart, filled with devotion, 
Join the chorus, swell the song 

Of thanksgiving to our Father, 
Whose kind care our lives prolong. 

2 Here our prayers and praise ascending. 
Blend with angel's tuneful lays; 
While with golden harps thej' worship, 
God's undying love we praise. 



Jesus, thee we come confessing, 
On thy arm of love we lean; 
May we, each thy love possessing. 
Seek thy holy will to learn. 
3 We would learn of thee, great Teacher, 
Grow in knowledge, grace and love; 
And now join in supplicating 
Thy rich blessing from above. 
Lead, O lead us, gentle Shepherd, 
Into paths of joy and peace; 
Take us home to dwell in glory. 
Saved by thy redeeming grace. 

Mrs. G. W. Linton. 



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Beauteous realm of joy untold? 
Would ye roam by the shining river ? 

Would ye tread the streets of gold ' — Gho. 



8. Have ye heard of the heavenly Canaan, 
Where the good shall part no more ? 
Join our band, we are marching onward. 
Soon our ioumey will be o'er. — Qho. 



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KIND WORDS. 6s&5s. 



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2. When they fall from the lips We 've loved ear-ly 



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HOW I LONG TO BE LIKE JESUS. 



1. How I long to be like Je - bus, How I long to be like Je - bus, Do-ing good to 

2. How I long to be like Je - eus, How I long to ho like Je - sua, Mild and patient, 




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How I long to be like Jesus, 

Kind, forgiving those who wrong me, 
Wheresoe'er I go. — Cho. 

4. How I long to be like Jesus. 
How I long to be like Jesua, 
Like my Saviour pure and holy, 

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1. How dark were life, with naught to cheer The pilgrim on his way ; No smile of love to liglit tlio gloom, 

No kind word's cheering ray. 

2. The soul by sorrow oft oppressed, Must sink benoatli his weight, If no kind word is ever said. To cheer life's 

saddened fate. 



3. Spurn not from thee, with bitter taunt. The outcast steeped in sin ; But with kind words to cheer and bless. 

That soul to virtue win. 

4. When sorrows try — when cares annoy. Strike no discordant note ; But on the wings of every breath Let words 

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A HOME IN HEAVEN. (9,10,9.10.) 

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2. A home in heav'n! when our pleasures fade, And our wealth and 

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dust are laid; Our strength decays, and our health is riv'n, We are happy still with a home in heav'n. 

- lifts his eyes To that bright world, what a joy is giv'n By the blessea tho't of a home in heav'n. 
mould'ring dead; We wait in hope on the promise giv'n; We shall meet again In our home in heav'n. 
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Rest for the weary. 8s & 78. 

1 In that world of ancient story, 

Where no storm can ever come, 
Where the Saviour dwells in glory. 
There remains for us a home. CHO. 

2 There within the heav'nly mansions, 

Where life's river flows so clear, 
We shall see our blessed Saviour, 
If we love and serve him here. CHO. 

3 There with holy angels dwelling. 

Where the ransomed wander free, 
Jesus' praises ever telling, 

Sing we through eternity, chorus. 

4 There amid the shining numbers. 

All our toils and labors o'er, 
Where the Guardian never slumbers. 
We shall dwell forevermore. chorus. 

Hope for the fallen. 8s & 7s. 
1 O'er the dark abodes of sorrow, 
Cheer'd by no reviving ray, 
Brishtly temp'rance's sun is rising, 



Bringing near a glorious day. 
CHO. There is hope for the fallen, 
There is hope for the fallen, 
There is hope for the fallen, 
There is hope for all. 
Come while temp'rance friends are moving 
In the way God has led them, 
Walk the narrow path of duty, 
There is hope for all. 

2 Thousands long in bondage groaning, 

Hail the bright and glorious light ; 
See, from eastern coast to western. 
Quickly fly the shades of night. CHo. 

3 May the heart-reviving story. 

Win and conquer — never cease — 
May the ranks of temp'rance ever 
Multiply and still increase, CHO. 

4 Now the trump of temp'rance sounding, 

Rouse ! ye freemen ! why delay ! 
Let your voices all resounding. 
Welcome on the happy day. cno. 



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THAT BEAUTIFUL LAND. 



9s & 83. 

G. W. LINTON. 



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2. That beautiful land,Ci-ty of Light, It ne'er has known the shades of night; The glory of God, the 

3. In visions I see its streets of gold, Its pear - ly gates I too behold, The riv-er of life, the 

4. The heavenly throng array'd in white, In rapture range the plains of light;And in one harmonious 

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bright, and fair, And beautiful angels too,are there. Will you go? Will you 
light of day Hath driven the darkness far away. W'll you go^ Will you 



go? Go 
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crystal sea, The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree. Will you go? Will you 
choir they praiseTheir glorious Saviour's matchless grace. Will you go? Will you 

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land with me ? Will yon go 1 Will you go 1 Go to that beau - ti - ful land with nie ? 



LITTLE THINGS. 6s&5s. 



G. W. LINTON. 1870. 




1. Little drops of water, Little grains of sand, JLake the mitrhty o-cean, And the boanteous land. 

2. And thelittleraoments,Humblethougli they bc,Makc the mighty a - ges Of e - ter-ni - ty. 






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NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE. 6s & 4s 

G. W. LINTON. 1864. 



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Still all my song shall be, Near-er, my God, to Thee, Near-er to Thee, Near - er to Thee. 
Yet in my dreams I'd be, Near-er, my God, to Thee, Near-er to Thee, Near - er to Thee. 

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Ye wand'rers from God in the broad road of fol-ly, say will you go to the Eden above ? | 

2. In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove ; ) 
Ye heart-burden'd ones, who in mis - e-ry languish, O say will you go to the Eden above ? ) 

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Each saint has a mansion prepar'd and all fumish'd, 
Ere from this clay house he is summon'd to move ; 

Its gates and its towers with glory are burnish'd ; 
6ay, will you go to the Eden above ? 
Chorus. — Will you go, &c. 



I March on, happy pilgrims, that land is before you, 
I And soon its ten thousand delights we shall prove; 
I Yes, soon we shall walk o'er the hills of bright glory, 
I And drink the pure Joys of the Eden above. 
I Chorus. — yes, we will go, &c. 



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IN THE CHRISTIAN'S HOME. 8s & is 

AiT. by G. W. L. W. Mc DONALD, and J. W. DADMUN 



1. In the Christian's home in glory , There remains an endless re3t;There my Saviour's gone before mn To fulfil my soul's re - 

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rest for yon. On the oth-er side of Jor-dan, In the sweet fields of E-den, Where the Tree of Life Is 






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3 Pain and sickness ne'er can enter : 

Grief nor woe my lot shall share ; 
But in that celestial centre, 

I a crown of life shall wear.— Chorus. 

4 Death itself shall then be vanqnish'd, 

And its stinor shall be withdrawn ; 
Shout for gladness, ye ransom'd ! 
Hail with joy the happy morn. — Cho. 

5 Sing, O sing, ye heirs of glory. 

Shout your triumphs as you go ! 
Zion's gates will open for you, 

You shall find an entrance through. — Ceo. 



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NO PARTING TH RE. S. M. 



CHAS. DONBAR. 



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HYMNS TO THE TUNE 
No Sorrow thero. S. M. 

1 Oh. sing to me of heav'n, 

When I am called to die; 
Sing songs of holy ecstasj. 
To waft my soul on high. 
CHORC3. There'll be no sorrow there, 
i'hcre'll be no sorrow there, 
In heav'n above, where all is love, 
There'll be no sorrow there. 

2 When cold and sluggish drops 

Roil off my marble brow. 
Break forth in songs of joyfulness, 
Let heaven begin below. 

3 When the last moments come, 

Oh, watch my dying face. 
To catch the bright seraphic gleam 
Which o'er my features play. 

4 Then to my raptur'd ear. 

Let one sweet song be giv'n; 
Let music charm me last on earth, 
And greet me first in heav'n. 
6 Then close my sightless eyes. 
And lay me down to rest, 
And fold my pale and icy hands 
Upon my lifeless breast. 
6 Then round my lifeless clay 
Assemble those I love. 
And sing of heav'n, delightful heav'n. 
My glorious home above. 

MBS. DANA. 

Salvation's free. S. M. 

1 How sweet to bless the Lord, 
A.:d in his praises join, 
With saints his goodness to record. 
And s'lnff his power divine, 
CHORUS. I'm glad salvation's free, 

I'm glad salvation's free, S 



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Salvation's free for you and me, 
I'm glad salvation's free. 
2 These seasons of aelight 
The dawn of glory seem 
Like rays of pure celestial light, 

Which on our spirits beam, chorus. 
8 0, blest assurance this 

Bright morn of heav'nly day; 
Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss, 
That cheers the pilgrim's way. chorus. 
4 Thus may our joys increase, 
Our love more ardent grow; 
While rich supplies of Jesus' grace 
Refresh our souls below, chorus. 

Invitation to Ctirist. S. M. 

1 Come, children, come to God; 

Cast all your sins away ; 
Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood; 
Believe, repent, obey. 
rs. I'm glad salvation's free — 
I'm glad salvation's free — 
Salvation's free for you and me, 
I'm glad salvation's free. 

2 Say not ye cannot come; 

For Jesus bled and died. 
That none who ask in humble faith 
Should ever be denied, chorus. 

3 Say not ye will not come, 

When God vouchsafes to call; 
For fearful will their end be found 

On whom his wrath shall fall, chobus. 

4 Come, then, whoever will; 

Come while 'tis called to-day; 
Seek ye the Saviour's cleansing blood; 
Believe, repent, obey, chorus. 



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WEBB. 7s & 6s. 



G. J. WEBB. 



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HYMNS TO THE TUNE " WEBB. 



73 



Missionary Hymn. 

7s & 6s. 

1 From Greenland's icy mounuiins 

From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river. 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What thou^-h the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; 
Thon-jh ev'ry prospect pleases, 

And only man is vile; 
In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strewn, 
The heathen in his blindness. 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Can we whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high ; 
Can we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny ? 
Salvation ! salvation ! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learn'd Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds his story, 

And you, ye waters roll ; 
Till, like a sea of glory. 

It spreads from pole to pole : 
Till o'er our ransom'd nature, 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 



We have no Home 
but Heaven. 7s & 6s. 

1 We have no home but heaven ! 

A pilgrim's garb we wear ; 
Our path is mark'd by changes, 

And strcw'd with daily care ; 
Surrounded with temptation, 

By varied ills oppress'd, 
Each day's experience warns us 

That this is not our rest. 

2 We have no homo but heaven ! 

Then wherefore seek one here 1 
Why murmur at privations, 

Or grieve when trouble's near? 
It is but for a season 

That we as strangers roam ; 
And strangers must not look for 

The comforts of a home. 

3 We have no homo but heaven ! 

We want no home beside ; 
O God ! our F-t-iend and Father ! 

Our footsteps thither guide ; 
Unfold to us its glory, 

Prepare us for its joy, 
Its pure and perfect friend -hip. 

Its angel-like employ. 

4 We have no home but heaven ! 

How cheering is the thought ! 
How bright the expectations 
Which God's own word has taught! 
With eager hearts we hasten 

The promis'd bliss to share ! 
We have no home but heaven ! 

Oh ! would that we were there! 



Truth shall Prevail. 

7s & 6s. 

1 The morning light is breaking, 
The darkness disappears; 

The sons of earth are waking 

To piMiitcntial tenrs: 

Each breeze that sweeps the ocean 

Brings tidings from afar, 

Of nations in commotion, 

Prepared for Zion's war. 

2 Rich dews of grace come o'er us, 
In many a gentle shower, 

And brighter scenes before us 
Are opening every hour: 
Each cry to heaven going, 
Abundant answer brings, 
And heavenly gales are blowing 
With peace upon their wings. 

3 See heathen nations bending 
Before the God of love, 

And thousand hearts ascending 

With gratitude above : 

While sinners, now confessing, 

The gospel's call obey, 

And seek a Savior's blessing, 

A nation in a day. 

4 Blest river of salvation, 
Pursue thy onward way: 
Flow thou to every nation, 
Nor in thy richness stay: 
Stay not till all the holy 
Triumphant reach their home, 
Stay not till all the holy 
Proclaim the Lord is come. 



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CHILDREN IN HEAVEN. C. M. 



1. Aronnd the throneof God in heav'n,Thousands of children stand; Children whose sins areallforgiv'n.A 

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joys that nev-er fade, Singing glo - ry, glo - ry, glo - ry be to God on high. 



HYMNS TO THE TUNE "CHILDREN IN HEAVEN." 



75 



8 What brought them to that world above? 
That heaven so bright and fair, 
Where all is pence, and joy, and love :— 
How came those children there ? 
Singing, &c. 

4 Because the Saviour shed his blood, 

To wash away their sin : 
Bathed in that pure and precious flood, 
Behold them white and clean ! 
Singing, &c. 

5 On earth they sought the Saviour's grace, 

On earth they loved his name ; 
So now they soe his blessed face. 
And stand before the Lamb. 
Singins, &c. 



Heavenly Bliss. C. M. 

1 There is a glorious world of light 

Above the starry sky ; 
Where saints departed, clothed in white. 
Adore the Lord most high. 
Singing glory, &c. 

2 And hark ! amid the sacred songs 

Those heavenly voices raise. 
Ten thousand thousand infant tongues 
Unite, and perfect praise. 
Singing glory, &c. 
8 Those are the hymns that we shall know, 
If Jesus we obey ; 
That is the place where we shall go, 
If found in wisdom's way. 
Singing glory, &c. 



4 This is the joy we ought to seek, 

And make our chief concern ; 
For this we come, from week to week, 
To read, and hear, and learn. 
Singing glory, &c. 

5 Great God ! impress the serious thought 

This day on every breast ; 
That both the teachers and the taught 
May enter into rest. 

Singing glory, &c. 

Hosannas in the Temple. C. M. 

1 When Jesus to the temple came, 

The voice of praise was heard, 
The little children owned his claim, 
And in his train appeared. 
Singing glory, &c. 

2 Hosannas made the temple ring. 

For many tongues agreed ; 
Hosanna to the heavenly King, 
To David's promised seed. 
Singing glory, &c. 

3 let those scenes be now renewed, 

Where children lisp thy praise ! 
Thou art as gracious and as good 
As in the former days. 

Singing glory, &c. 

4 Dwell by thy Gospel in our hearts. 

And this will loose our tongues ; 
The love that heavenly truth imparts, 
Will animate our songs. 
Singing glory, &c. 



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ADDITIONAL HYMNS. 



H^ppy meeting to all. lis. 

To the tune " THE RIVER OF LIFE." 

1 Come, children, and join in our festival song, 
The weeks ana the months are all speeding along; 
We'll join onr glad voices in one hymn of praise 
To God, who has kept us, and lengthen'd our days. 

Happy meeting to all.* 

2 Our Father in heaven, wc lift up to thee 
Our voice of thanksgiving, our glad jubilee; 

Oh bless us, and guide us, dear Saviour, we pray, 
That from thy blest precepts we never may stray. 
Happy meeting to all. 
8 And if before this year has drawn to a close. 
Some lov'd one among us, in death shall repose, 
Grant, Lord, that tbe spirit in heaven may dwell, 
In glory with .Jesus, where all shall be well. 
Happy meeting to all. 
4 Kind teachers, we children would thank you this day. 
That faithfully, kindly, you've tausht us the way, 
How we may escape from the world's sinful charms, 
* Happy New i'ear may be subatitutedk. 



And find a safe refuge in our Saviour's arms. 
Happy meeting to all. 

God of our Salvation. 8s & 78. 

To the tune on page 50 

1 Praise to thee, our great Creator, 

Praise be thine from ev'ry tongue; 
Join, my soul, with ev'ry creature, 
Join the universal song. 

2 Father, source of all compassion. 

Free, unbounded grace is thine; 
Hail the God of our salvation, 
Praise him for his love divine. 

3 For ten thousand blessings given, 

For the hope of future joy ; 
Sound his praise through earth and heaveOf 
Sound Jehovah's praise on high. 

4 Joyfully on earth adore him. 

Till in heav'n our songs we raise; 
There enraptured, fall before him, 
Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 



78 KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE. 6s&«. 

1. Kind words can never die! God gave them birth; Winded with a smile tliey fly All o'er the earth; 

2. Kind deeds can never diel Tho' weak and small, From his bright throne on high God sees them all; 

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3. God's word can nev - er die! Tho' fall - en man Oft dares its truth de - ny — Dares it in vain; 

4. Our souls can nev - er die! God's word we trust; He to our bodies said, " Dust un-to dust." 



Kind words the angels bro't.Kind words our Saviour taufjht.Sweet melodies of tho't Who knows their worth? 
He doth reward with love, All those who faithful prove, Round them where'er they move,Rich blessings fall. 

God's word a-lone is pure, His promises are sure; Trust him, and rest secure, Heav'n you shall gain. 
Saviour, our souls prepare. Thy happy home to share; Us to thy mansions bear, When life is past. 



KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE. Concluded. 



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CHORUS.* 



Kind words can nev-er die, nev-er die, never die, Kind words can never die, No, nev-er die. 
Kind words can nev-er die, nev -er die, never die, Kind words can never die, No, nev-er die. 



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Kind Words are never lost. 68 & 4s. 

1 Kind words are never lost, 

Though years may fly, 
Wliile on life's billows tossed, 

'Mid dangers nigh, 
In mem'ry loved so well, 
Who can their value tell ? 
Their echoes still will dwell 
Deep in the heart. 
Chorus. — Kind words are never lost, 
Never lost, never lost 
Kind words are never lost, 
No, never lost. 

2 Kind smiles are never lost, 

But cherished yet, 



The hearts they gladdened most 

Will not forget ; 
Through mists of weary years, 
Oft dimmed by falling tears, 
Their radiance still appears 

Cheering and bright. 
Cho. — Kind smiles, &c. 

Kind deeds are never lost. 

Nor done in vain ; 
Like seed in spring-time cast 

On fertile plains. 
Their fruit shall yet appear 
Rich harvests full in ear. 
And every bud shall bear 

A hundred fold. 
Cho. — Kind deeds. &c. 



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THE CONQUEST. 



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But Jesus will forgive, 
For many little children 

Have gone to Heav'n to live. 
Dear Saviour, when I languish. 

And lay me down to die, 
! send a shining angel 

To bear me to the akj. 



4 O, then I'll see my Saviour, 

And ever near him stand, 
A crown upon my forehead, 

A harp within my hand ! 
And there before ray Saviour, 

So glorious and so bright ; 
I'll join the heav'niy music, 

And praise him day and oight. 



HYMNS TO THE TUNE THE CONQUEST. 



81 



I lay my sins on Josus. 

Ts & fis. 
1 
I lay my sins on Jesus, 

The spotless Lamb of God; 
He bears them all, and frees us 

From the accursed load. 
I brintj my guilt to Jesus, 

To wash mv crimson stains 
White in his blood most precious, 

Till not a spot remains. 
2 
I bring my wants to Jesus; 

All fullness dwells in him; 
He heals all my diseases, — 

He doth iqy soul redeem. 
I lav my griefs on Jesus, 

My burdens and my cares; 
He from them all releases, — 

He all my sorrows shares. 
3 
I rest my soul on Jesus, 

This weary soul of mine; 
His right hand me embracOvS, 

I on His breast recline. 
I love the name of Jesus, 

Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; 
LiUe fragrance on the breezes 

His name abroad is poured. 
4 
I long to be like Jesus, 

Meek, loving, lowly, mild: 
1 long to be like Jesun, 

The father's holy child. 
I long to be with Jesus, 

Amid the heav'nty throng; 
And sing with saints his praisee, — 

To learn the angel's song. 

H. BONAB. 



Stand up for Jesus. 

7s ei, G-. 
1 
Stand up!— stand up for Jesus! 

Ye soldiers of the cross. 
Lift high his royal banner, 

It must not suffer loss: 
From victoi y unto victory 

His nrmv shall be led, 
Till every foe is vanquished, 

And Christ is Lord indeed. 
2 
Stand up! — stand up for Jesus J 

The trumpet call obey; 
Forth to the mighty conflict 

In this his glorious day: 

Ye are the men, now serve him, 

Against unnumbor'd foes; 
Your courage rise with danger. 

And strength to strength oppose. 
3 
Stand up! — stand up for Jesus I 

Stand in his strength alone; 
The arm of flesh will fail you — 

Ye dare not trust your own : 
Put on the Gospel armor, 

And, watching unto pray'r. 
Where duty calls or danger 

Be never wanting there. 

4 
Stand up I— stand up for Jesus! 

The strife will not be long; 
This day the noise of battle. 

The next the victor's song; 
To him that overcometh, 

A crown of life shall be: 
He with the King of glory 

Shall reign eternally. 



The Saint'3 abode. 

7s & f).s. 
1 
Beyond life's raging fever. 

Beyond life's troubled dream, 
Beyond death's surging river, 

Beyond that sullen stream. 
The saints shall dwell in glory, 

In beauty fading not, 
Oh! Pilgrim, are you praying 

That this may be your lot? 
2 
Beyond this land of sighing. 

Where countless tears are shed, 
Beyond the sick and dying, 

Beyond the mouldering dead. 
Beyond this scene of trial. 

Where heart and flesh do fail; 
Beyond the dark'ning shadows. 

Beyond the gloomy vale, 
3 
Beyond the tho't of grieving, 

A kind and gracious God, 
Beyond the fear of sinning, 

Beyond the chast'ning rod, 
Beyond earth's weary burden. 

The cross, the scourge, the rod; 
The saints shall dwell in glory, 

The saints shall dwell with God. 

Doxology. 7s & 68. 
To thee, my God, my Saviour, 

My soui exulting sings, 
Rejoicing in thy favor, 

Almighty King of kings, 
I'll celebrate thy Rlory 

With all the saints above; 
And tell the joyful story. 

Of thy redeeming love. 



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PARTING HYMN. C. M. 



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And tho' we part, 'tis bliss to know, The good will meet above. ^ To meet to part no more, On 



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And sing the ev - er - lasting song, With those who've gone before. 



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PARTING HYMN. Concluded. 



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CHOBUS. 



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O." That will be joy - ful, Joyful, joy-ful, 0! that will be joy-ful, To meet to part no more. 

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The children who have loved the Lord 
Shall hail their teachers there ; 

And teachers gain the rich reward 
Of all their toil and care. 
Cho.— ! that will, &c. 



4 Then let us each, in strength divine, 
Still walk in wisdom's ways ; 
That we, with those we love, may join 
In never-ending praise. 
Oho.— 01 that will, &c. 



Anticipations of Heaven. O. M. 

1 Since I can read my title clear, 

To mansions in the skies, 
I bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 

And fiery darts be hurled. 

Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 

And face a frowning world. 

8 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

And storms of sorrow fall ; 



May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my Heaven, my All. 

4 There I shall bathe my weary soul 

In seas of heavenly rest ; 
And not a wave of trouble roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 

5 When I've been there ten thousand years, 

Bright shining as the sun, 
I've no less days to sing God's praise, 
Than when I first begun. 



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THE SAINT'S SWEET HOME. Us. 



Sicilian Air. 



1. 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints, How sweetto my soul is communion with saintsITo 

2. The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away,They bloom for a season, but soon they decay ! But 

3. Sweet bonds that unite all the children of peace, And thrice blessed Jesus, whose love cannot cease;Tho' 



find at the banquet of mer-cy there's room, And feel in the presence of Je - sus at home, 
pleasures more lasting in Je - sus are given, Salva -tion on earth, and a mansion in heav'n. 

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THE SAINT'S SWEET HOME. Concluded 



85 



Home, home, sweet, sweet home, Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glo - ry, my home. 




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4 I sigh from this body of sin to be free, 

Which hinders my joy and communion with Thee; 
Though now my temptation like billows may foam, 
All, all will be peace when I'm with Thee at home. 

CHORDS. 

6 While here in the valley of conflict 1 stay, 

0, give me submission and strength for each day; 
In all my afflictions to Thee would I come, 
Rejoicing in hope of my glorious home. chokus. 

6 Whate'er Thou deniest, give in Thy grace. 
The Spirit's sweet comfort, the smiles of Thy face ; 
Indulge me with patience to wait at Thy throne 
And give, even now, a sweet foretaste of home. 

CHORUS. 

7 I long, dearest Lord, in Thy presence to shine. 
No more as an exile in sorrow to pine; 

But in Thy fair image arise from the tomb. 
With glorified millions to praise Thee at home. 

CHORUS. 



Best in Heaven, lis. 

To the tune " The Saint's Sweet Home." 
1 My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here. 
Then whv should I murmur when trials are near? 



Be hush'd, my sad spirit, the worst that can come, 
But shortens my journey, and hastens me home. 
CHO. Home, home, sweet, sweet home. 

Prepare me, dear Saviour, for glory, my home. 

2 It is not for me to be seeking my bliss, 

And building my hopes in a region like this; 
I look for a city which hands have not piled, 
I pant for a country by sin undefiled. , 

CHORUS. 

3 The thorn and the thistle around me may grow, 
I would not sit down upon roses below; 

I ask not my portion, I seek not my rest. 
Until I shall find them in Jesus' kind breast. 

CHORUS. 

4 AfiBictions may oppress me they cannot destroy; 
One glimpse of His love turns them all into joy ; 
The bitterest tears, if He smile but on them. 
Like dew in the sunshine, grow diamond and gem. 

CHORUS. 

6 Let doubt, then, and danger my progress oppose. 
They only make heaven more sweet at its close; 
Come joy, or come sorrow, whate'er may befall, 
One hour with my God will make up for them alL 

CHORUS. 



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HOMEWARD BOUND. ios&48. 



J. W. DADMUN. 



1. We live as pilgrims and strangers be - low, We're homeward bound, homeward bound, j 
Though oft - en tempted, yet onward we go, We're homeward bound, homeward bound, j 

D.c. We has - ten for - ward content with the fare. We're homeward bound, homeward bound. 

2. Earth, With its tri - fles, we all have re-signed, We're homeward bound, homeward bound, j 
Heav'n, with its glo - ries, we short - ly shall find, We're homeward bound, homeward bound, j 

D.c. While to our home, we are drawing so near, We're homeward bound, homeward bound. 

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Sin - ful amusements no longer are dear, 0, how de-lu-sive and vain they ap - pear, 



HYMNS TO THE TUNE "nOME\\^VRD BOUND" 



87 



8 We'll tell the world as we journey along, 

We're homeward bound; 
Try to persuaile them to enter our throng, 

We're homeward bound; 
Come, trembliuff sinner, forlorn and opprest, 
Jem ye our number, O como and be blest, 
Journey with us to the mansions of rest, 

We're homeward bound. 
4 Soon we'll be singing, if faithful we prove, 

We're home at last; 
Sounding in triumph, in mansions above. 

We're home at last; 
Soon as our toils and temptations are o'er, 
Up to our home with the blest we shall soar, 
how we'll shout as we enter the door, 

We're home at last. 

Heavenward Bovind. 

1 In life's bright morning the tempest we brave, 

We're heav'nward bound, heav'nward bound; 
Out on the dark and the storm-broken wave, 

We're heav'nward bound, heav'nward bound. 
Earth's bright attractions frrow dim in the light. 
That distant city reveals to our sight. 
Toward which we're urging our unceasing flight. 

We're heav'nward bound, heav'nward bound. 

2 Tossed though we be on a dark restless tide. 

We're heav'nward bound, heav'nward bound; 
The ship of Zion will dangers outride, 

We're heav'nward bound, heav'nward bound; 
Jesus our Captain dispelleth our fear; 
Hear him proclaiming, " A hundred fold here," 
■With life eternal, when he shall appear, 

■We're heav'nward bound, heav'nward bound. 
8 Now to the youthful the voyage we commend, 

Come, with us go, with us go; 
■Welcome! a welcome to all we extend. 

Say, will you go, will you go? 



Swiftly, swiftly we'll fly to the ark! 
Oursliip is passing — make haste to embark! 
Night hastens quickly, all dreary and dark, 
Haste! let us go, let us go! e. hason 

Homeward Bound. 

1 Out on an ocean all boundless we ride, 

We're homeward bound, homeward bouna; 
Tossed on the waves of a rough, restless tide, 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound; 
Far from the safe, quiet harbor we've rode, 
Seeking our Father's celestial abode. 
Promise of which on us each he bestow'd. 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound. 

2 Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars, 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound; 
Look! yonder lie the bright heav'nly shores, 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound; 
Steady! pilot! stand firm at the wheel! 
Steady I we soon shall out- weather the gale; 
0, how we fly 'neath the loud-creaking sail! 

We're homeward bound, homeward bound. 

3 Down the horizon the earth disappears. 

We're homeward bound; 
Joyful, comrades 1 no sighing or tears. 

We're homeward bound; 
Listen! what music comes soft o'er the sea? 
" Welcome, thrice welcome, and blessed are ye." 
Can it the greeting of paradise be ? 

We're homeward bound. 

4 Into the harbor of heav'n now we glide. 

We're home at last; 
Softly we drift on its bright silver tide, 

We're home at last; 
Glory to God! all our dangers are o'er; 
Safely we stand on the radiant shore, 
Glory to God! we will shout evermore, 

We're home at last. 



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THE HAPPY LAND. 6s & 48. 



Uindostan Air. 



1. There is a hap-py land, Far, far away. Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day: 

2. Come to this happy land, Come, come away ; Why will ye doubting stand? Why still de - lay? 



3. Bright, in that hap-py land, Beams every eye; Kept by a Father's hand. Love cannot die. 









O how they sweetly sing, Worthy is our Saviour King; Loud let his praises ring Forever more. 
Owe shall happy be.When, from sin and sorrow free, Lord, we shall live with thee, Blest evermore. 



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Temperance hymns to the tune " Homeward bound," 

Stay, brother, stay ! lOs & 43. Touch not the cup. los & 48. 



1 Stay, brother, stay ! whither going so fast ? 
Danger is there! danger's there ! 

Ruin, which rides on the merciless blast. 

Sweeps not so bare, not so bare. 
Poison they give, which corrupts and degrades. 
Pitfalls and snares for the drunkard are laid, 
Death and destruction to life is their trade, 

O, then beware ! then beware! 

2 Thousands you've heard of with once happy 

homes ; 

Where are they now ? are they now ? 
Millions you've heard of who rushed to the tombs ; 

Weep, thinking how, thinking how. 
Think of the fathers the foe has beguil'd. 
Think of the heart-broken mother and child. 
Think of the homes made distracted and wild ; 

Then take the vow, take the vow. 

3 Touch not the cup then, as long as you live ; 
Safety is there ! safety's there ! 

Pleasures you sigh for, sweet Temp'rance can give ,• 

Make her your care, her your care. 
Come to her pledge, and enrolling your name. 
Hail it the passport from ruin and shame, 
To happiness, honor friendship, and fame, 
Come, brother dear, brother dear. 



1 Touch not the cup, it is death to the soul. 

Touch not the cup, touch it not ; 
Many 1 know that have quaffd from the bowl, 

Touch not the cup, touch it not. 
Little they tho't that the demon was there, 
Blindly they drank, and were caught in the snare. 
Then of that death-deaUng bowl, beware ; 

Touch not the cup, touch it not. 

2 Touch not the cup when the wine glistens bright, 

Touch not the cup, touch it not ; 
Tho' like the ruby it shines in the light ; 

Touch not the cup, touch it not. 
Fangs of the serpent are hid in the bowl, 
Deeply the poison will enter thy soul. 
Soon will it plunge thee beyond thy control ; 

Touch not the cup, touch it not 

3 Touch not the cup, O young man, in thy prida, 

Touch not the cup, touch it not ; 
Hark to the warning of thousands who've died, 

Touch not the cup, touch it not. 
Go to their lonely and desolate tomb, 
Think of their death, of their sorrow and gloom, 
Think that perhaps you may share in their 

doom, 
Touch not the cup, touch it not. ' 



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I'M GOING HOME. L. M. 




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go - ing home to that fair land, To join a hap - py, sin - less band ; 
shout with joy while here I roam. Vain world, a - dieu, I'm go - ing home. 

go - ing home to that fair land, To join a hap - py, sin - less band, 
shout with joy while here I roam, Vain world, a - dieu, I'm go - ing home. 



HYMNS TO THE TUNE " I'M GOING HOME." 



91 



8 In that fair clime of endless day, 
The Lord shall wipe all tears away ; 
To living founts, through verdant meads. 
The Lamb his ransom'd followers leads. Cho. 

4 The fruits and flowers of Paradise, 
In rich abundance round them rise ; 
No death shall visit them again, 

No sickness there, no touch of pahi, cno. 

5 Farewell! vain world, I'm going home, 
My Saviour smiles and bids me come ; 
No mourning there, no funeral gloom. 
But health and youth forever bloom. CHO. 

We're going home. L. M. 

1 Amid the hours that quickly fly, 
Amid the flowers that soon must die. 
Amid our tears while here we roam. 
How sweet the thought we're going home. 

CHORUS. 

We're going home to that fair land, 
To join a happy, sinless band ; 
We'll shout with joy while here we roam, 
Vain world adieu, we're going home. 

2 We're going home with saints to dwell. 
Where angel hosts their chorus swell; 
To join the glorious ransomed band, 

Who stand in bliss at God's right hand. CHO. 

3 We'll cling to Jesus in the hour 
When sin and Satan use their power ; 
And murmur not when sorrows come, 
For by and by we're going home. CHO. 



4 No dying groans shall there be heard, 
And we shall speak no parting word ; 
O, sinner, to our Saviour come. 
And join the band that's going home, cbo 

My heavenly home. L. M. 

1 My heavenly home is bright and fair ; 
No pain, or death can enter there ; 
Its glittering towers the sun out-shine. 
That heavenly mansion shall be mine. 

CHORUS. 

I'm going home to die no more, 
I'm going home to die no more, 
To die no more, to die no more, 
I'm going home to die no more. 

2 My Father's house is built on high, 
Far, far above the starry sky ; 
When from this earthly prison free, 

That heavenly mansion mine shall be. oho. 

3 While here, a stranger far from home. 
Affliction's waves may round me foam. 
And, though like Lazarus, sick and poor, 
My heavenly mansion is secure, oho. 

4 Let others seek a home below. 

Where flames devour, or waves o'erflow ; 

Be mine a happier lot to own 

A heavenly mansion near the throne. Cho. 

5 Then fail this earth, let stars decline. 
And sun and moon refuse to shine. 
All nature sink and cease to be, 

That heavenly mansion stands for me. CHo 



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THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. 0. M. 



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1. The Sunday school, that blessed place, Oh! I would rath - er stay With - in its walls a 

cnoRus. The Sunday school, the Sunday school, Oh! 'tis the place 1 love. For there I learn the 



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2 'Tis there I learn that Jesus died 

For sinners such as I; 
Oh! what has all the world beside. 
That I should prize so high? OHOKUS. 

3 Then let our grateful tribute rise, 

And songs of praise be giv'n 
To him who dwells above the skies, 
For Buch a blessing giv'n. — CHOR06. 

4 And welcome, then, the Sunday school, 

We'll read, and sin?, and praj'. 
That we may keep the froMcii rule, 
And never from it strnv. — chorus. 



nVM.VS TO THE TUNE, "THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL." 



93 



Sweet Sunday-school. CM. 

1. Sweet Sunday-schoo!, place dear to me, 

Where'er through life I roam, 
My heart will often turn to thee, 
My childhood's Sunday-school. 
Chords. — The Sunday-school, the Sunday-school, 
Oh ! 'tis the place I love, 
For there I learn the golden rule, 
Which leads to joys above. 

2. Within thy courts of Him I've heard, 

Whose birth the angels sung, 
When o'er the shepherds, fill'd with fear, 
The star of glory hung. — Cho. 

3. When all our Avand'rings here shall cease. 

And cares of life shall end, 
In God's eternal dwelling-place, 
May we our anthems blend. — Ciio. 

A blessing implored. C. M. 

1. Lord, on this our Sunday-school, 

Thy blessing we implore ; 
On those who teach and those who learn. 

Thy choicest blessings pour. 
Chorus. — Jesus, draw our hearts to thee, 

And when this life shall end. 
Raise us to live above the sky, 

With thee, the Cliildren's Friend. 

2. Here we are taught to spend aright, 

Our time in wisdom's way, 
Then let us not these hours employ 
In idle talk or play. — Ciio. 

3. Here too we learn with thankful joy 

To seek thy house of pray'r; 
Then let us hear, and praise, and pray 
In truth and spirit there. — Cho. 

4. And here we read thy blessed word, 

The message of thy will; 
May we indeed its truths believe, 
It,s righteous laws fulfil. — Cc 



I Love the Sunday-School. CM. 

1. I love the Sunday-school, the place 

My youthful feet have trod, 
Where I have heard of wisdom's ways. 
That lead to peace and God. 
Chorus. — The Sunday-school, the Sunday-school, 
Oh! 'tis the place I love. 
For there I learn the golden rule. 
Which leads to joys above. 

2. I love the Sunday-school, where we 

The holy Bible read. 
Which tells of Christ, who came to be, 
A Saviour in our need." — Cho. 

3. 0, that when life's few days are past. 

Our teachers we may meet 
Upon the heav'nly plains, and cast 
Our crowns at Jesus' feet. — Cho. 

"With Joy we meet. CM. 

1. Dear friends, with joy we meet you here. 

On this our festive day ; 
To thank God for the Sunday-school, 
join our simple lay. 
Chorus. — The Sunday-school, the Sunday-school, 
God bless our Sunday-school, 
For there I learn the golden rule, 
In our dear Sunday-school. 

2. 'Tis there we learn how Jesus died. 

To save our ruin'd race ; 
How he was mock'd and crucified. 

That we might share his grace. — Cho. 

3. While teachers look to God in pray'r, 

His blessing to impart, 
Oh may the lessons taught us there 
Be graven on each heart. — Cho. 

4. When spring with verdure clothes the scene. 

When summer breezes blow, 
'Mid winter's snows and tempests keen. 
To Sunday-school we'll go. — Cno. 



94 



INDEX OF TUNES. 



PAGE. 

A home in heaven - - - 9s & lOs, - - 60 

Beautiful thoughts - - 88. 6 lines, - 16 

Beautiful Zion - - - - 83. 6 lines, - 20 

Coronation Song - - - VZs & lis, - - 44 

Farewell 6s & 4s, - - - 54 

Father, lead us - - - - 8s & 7s. 6 lines, 22 

Gates beyond the tide - 7s, - - . - 8 

God is in the shadow - - 6s & 5$, - - - 25 

Hark! the herald angels sing. 7s, - - - 29 

Heavenly home - - - - P. M., - - - 64 

Home beyond the skies - 8s & 7s, - - - 43 

How Hong to be like Jesus 8s. 3 lines, - 58 

I am weary ----- 8s & 78, - - - 50 

Jesus, tender Saviour - 6s & 6s. - - - 10 

Just as I am 8s & 6s, - - - 48 

Kind words - - - - - 6s & Ss, - - - 66 

Kind words. Earth's good angels. P.M.,- 3 

Kind words for all --CM., - . - 59 

Knowles ------ CM., - - - 38 

Let us sing CM., - - - 30 

Life's battle-field - - - 7s, - - - - 40 

Little things - - -' - - 6s & 5s, - - - 63 

Nearer, my God, to thee - 6s & 4s, - - - 66 

Night song ----- 6s & 5s, - - - 34 

Only waiting - - - - 8s & 7s, - - - 31 

Parting hour - - - - 7s. 6 lines, - - 24 

Realms of the blest - - 8s, - - - - 21 

Shall we sing in heaven forever? P. M., - 6 

Sing unto the Lord - - C M., - - - 18 

Spalding ------ 8s & 7s, - - - 32 

Speak gently C M., - - - - 9 



PAGK. 

That beautiful land - - 98 & 8s, - - - 62 

The angels sing- - - - S. M., - - - 36 

The angels there will teach us. 10s & 83, - 52 

The better land - - - - 9s & lOs, - - - 4 

The Call 7s, - . . - 49 

The home of the blessed C M., - - - 14 

The land of promise - - 9a & 78, - - - 55 

The land where Jesus dwells. 12s, - - - 15 

The music of heaven - - Chant, - - - 11 

Thou, God, seest me - - 7s, - - - - 26 

Wandering thoughts - - C M., - - - 28 

We hail the Sunday-school. 7s & 6s, - - 46 

We shall greet them at home. 10s, 9s & 88, 12 

What is life? - - - - C H. M., - - 42 

FAMILIAR TUNES. 

Children in heaven - - C. M., - - - 74 

Homeward bound - - - 10s & 4s, - - 86 

I'm going home- - - - L. M., - - - 90 

In the Christian's home - 8s & 7s, - - - 68 

Kind words can never die 6s & 58, - - - 78 

No parting there - - - S. M., - - - 70 

Parting Hymn ----CM., - - - 82 

The Conquest - - - - 7s & 6s, - - - 80 

The Eden above - - - Tis & lis, - - 67 

The happy land- - - - 6s & 4s, - - - 88 

The river of life - - - lis, - - - - 76 

The Saint's sweet home - lis, - - - - 84 

The Sunday-school --CM., - - - 92 

Webb 7s & 6s, - - - 72 



IlN[DEX TO FIEST LII^ES. 



95 



A beautiful land by faith I see, . 

A home in heaven! what a joyful, . 

Amid the hours that quickly fly, . 

And may 1 still get there? 

A pilgrim and a stranger here . 

Around the throne of God in heaven, 

Beautiful Cross, by faith I see, . 

Beautiful ground on which we tread. 

Beautiful Zion built above, . 

Beyond life's raging fever. 

Childhood like a bubble fair. 

Children, listen to the call. 

Come, children, come to God, 

Come, children, raise your voices high, 

Come, let us join our cheerful songs, 

Come ye who love the Lord, 

Farewell, farewell, we meet no more, 

Hark! the herald angels sing, 

Have ye heard of the land of promise. 

Heaven is the land where troubles cease 

Heavenly home, heavenly home. 

How dark were life with naught to cheer 

How I long to be like Jesus, 

How pleasant thus to dwell below. 

How sweet to bless the Lord, . 

I am weary, I am weary, 

I hear you speak of a better land, , 

I would be like an angel, 

I lay my sins on Jesus, 

I'm a little pilgrim and a stranger, 



62 
60 
91 
70 
90 
74 
27 
16 
20 
81 
26 
49 
71 
39 
38 
36 
54 
29 
55 
42 
64 
59 
58 
82 
71 
50 
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80 
81 
35 



PAGE. 

In life's morning the tempest we brave, . 87 

In that M'orld of ancient story, . . .61 

In the Christian's home in glory, . . 68 

Jesus, may all our family band, . . .19 

Jesus, tender Savior, .... 10 

Just as I am without one plea, . . .48 

Just as thou art without one trace, . . 48 

Kind words are never lost, . . . .79 

Kind words can never die, ... 78 

Kind words, kind words, who can tell, . 3 

Lead us, heavenly Father, lead us, . . 22 

Let us sing of Jesus, let us praise, . , 35 

Listen to the teachings, .... 85 

Little drops of water, . , . . .63 

Morn amid the mountains, lovely, . . 35 

Murmur, gentle lyre, 34 

My heavenly home is bright, ... 91 

'Mid scenes of confusion and creature, . 84 
My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here, 85 

Nearer, my God, to thee, .... 66 

0, for a thousand tongues to sing, . . 39 

Oft in danger, oft in woe, .... 41 

grant thy blessing, gracious Lord, . -It; 

Oh, sing to me of Heaven, . . . 71 

Oh, what is life ? 'tis like a flower, . . 4-!. 
Oh ! there is a river whose fresh waters flow, 'i> 

Lord, on this our Sunday-school, . 93 

Only waiting till the shadows, . . .31 

praise the Lord, 't is good to sing, . 18 

sing the praises of your Lord, . . 30 



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INDEX OF FIRST LINP:S. 



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77 

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51 

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40 

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81 

25 

23 



() there's naught like kind words. 
Out on an ocean all boundless we ride, 
Praise to thee, our great Creator, 
Hock of ages, cleft for me, . 
Say, have you heard of the sua-hrigl 
Seed we are sowing, may it prove, 
Sliall we meet beyond the river? . 
Shall we sing in heaven forever? 
Since I can read ray title clear, . 
Soldiers on life's battle-tiold, . 
Speak gently, it is bettor far. 
Stand up ! stand up for Jesus ! 
Tell me, little harebell. 
Thanks to God for every blessing, 
There are gates beyond the tide, ... 8 
There is a glorious world of light, . . 75 
There is a happy home, . . . .41 

There is a happy land far, far away, . 88 
There is a land, a happy land, . . .14 
There is a world of beauty, ... 72 
Tliere's a rest in the home of the angels, . 13 
Tlicre's music in the upper heaven, . 11 
The Sunday-school, that blessed place, . 92 
To do to others as 1 would, ... 28 

T'o the heavenly land, to the heavenly land. 52 
We are going home, and we may be, . . 15 
We are going, we are going, ... 43 
We have met in peace together, . , .33 
We have no home but heaven, ... 73 
We live as pilgrims and strangers below, . 86 
We 're bound for the land of the pure and, '37 
We shall meet them at home, . . .12 

We sing of the realms of the blest, . . 21 
Whatever brawls disturb the street, . . 39 
When daily I kneel down to pray, . . 28 
When Jesus to the temple came, . . .75 



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When shall we all meet again ? 
Yes, dear Sunday-school, 1 love thee. 
Yes, we'll meet beyond the river, 

DOXOLOGIES. 
Great Jehovah, we adore Thee, 
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, . 
Praise the God of all creation. 
To thee, my God, my Savior, 



ANNIVERSARY HYMNS. 

All radiant in sunshine, and fair as life's, . 44 
Come, children, and join in our festival sono' 77 

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Dear friends, with joy we meet you here. 

Here we meet with joy and gladness, 

How joyful is the meet ing,, . 

I love the Sunday-school, the place. . 

Now we lift our joyful voices. 

Sweet Sunday-school, place dear to me, 

MISSIONABY HYMNS. 
From Greenland's icy mountains. 
Love of God, all love excelling, 
The morning light is breaking. 



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TEMPERANCE HYMNS. 
O'er the dark abode of sorrow, . . .61 

Onward! onward! band victorious, . 33 

Stay, brother, stay, whither going so fast? 89 

Touch not the cup, it is death to the soul, . 89 

FUNERAL HYMNS. 

Death can not cause our souls to fear, . . 19 

Farewell, brother, deep and lowly, . . ]J 

Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier, 47 



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